#535 


Conf  Pam  12mo  #593 


No.  82. 


THE  SOLDIER'S  BIBLE. 

\>\    WILLIAM  W.  CKUMLY, 

fHAIHAIN  OF    GUSORGIA    HOSPIt^W*    UICilMOD. 

&woug  the  multiplicity  of  knapsacks,  Iiavewacks, 

bundles  and  old  clothes,  stored  in  one  of  the  baggage 
rowns  of  a  hospital  in  Richmond^  I  iound.a  SokKef* 
Hiblc.  In  thU  mass  of  Beeuiinjgly  worthless  effects, 
once  owned  by  our  brave  soldiers  wtto  had  died  in 
the  hospitaL  were  many  precious  relics  Intrinsically 
worthless,  and,  to  the  common  observer,  rather  offen- 
ded, \30Mfn  and  strongly  tinctured  with 
'.liar  odor  of  tile  ciiuip.  Vet  each  article  is  a 
mem,  a  link  in  the  bright  chain  of  memory 


Urn  peculiar  odor  of  tile  camp.  Fet  each"  article  is 
precious  gem,  a  link  in  the  bright  chain  of  memo; 
around  wl      ■  ■■■-  collection: 


ct< 


jh  dM  uniform,  hastily  uiade  by  a  mother 

ucu  the   loved  one  rushed  at  his  country's 
ick   the  invars;    fe     Here  are  the 


2  THE    SOLDIER  8    BIBLE. 

accoutrements  of  war  that  were  buckled  on  by  fair 
and  loving  hands,  while  an  earnest  prayer  was  breath- 
ed and  a  hot  tear  brushed  from  the  flushed  cheek  of 
a  devoted  mother,  who  whispered,  in  suppressed 
tones,  "G-o,  my  son,  trusting  in  the  God  of  thy  fath- 
er."' See  that  neat  little  case:  it  is  a  daguerreotype 
taken  from  that  coat  pocket— the  pocket  near- 
est the  wearer's  heart. .  It  was  a  noble,  warm  heart 
— the  heart  of  a  Southern  soldier — but  now  lies  cold 
and  silent  in  Oakwood  Cemetery,  .that  rich  mine  of 
Southern  wealth. 

That  daguereotype :  Let  us  look  in  upon  that 
modest  face,  half-smiling,'  half-blushing,  in  all  the 
charming  beauty  of  early  womanhood;  her  largo  li- 
quid eyes  are  the  very  soul  of  genius  ;  her  full  suit  of 
dark  hair  is  thrown  back  from  a  lofty  brow,  white 
and  pure  as  the  soul  within;  her  dress  is  exquisitely 
.simple — a  closes  fit  ting  black  silk,  with  a  Confederate 
bow  on  a  bosom  as  true  to  the  honor  of  the  South  as 
the  ocean  is  to  the  rising  moon.  How  much  this  to- 
ken was  prized  by  the  former  owner  may  be  inferred 
from  the  well-worn  clasp,  and  that  the  last  glance  of 
his  dying  eyes  fell  on  it  as  it  dropped  from  his  trem- 
bling hand,  all  moistened  with  the  cold  dew  that  dis- 
tilled from  his  brow  as  the  evening  twilight  of  death" 
closed  aroimd  him,  and  a  low  murmur  escaped    his 


THE    SOLDIER'S    BIBLE.  Tit*.  3 

fSd3 
pale   lips,  furewcll,  dearest,    belored   ojnlj   lest  than 

my  Saviour. 

How  changed    is    the    original    since  the    bright 

spring  morning  when,  with  Albert  by  liev  side,  i>r.t 

nie  left  her  beautiful  shadow  on  t  e  chemical  plate — 

the   nape  is  faded  to  the   liiy — the   bright  smile  that 

played  on   her  swe€t  face,  like  pure    water  sippling 

over  golden  sands,  has  spread  into  a  deep,  calni  eddy, 

t lie  repose  of  confiding  faith,    refl  the   untold 

glory  of  the  heavenly  worlds  above,  while  the  eye  has 

a  clearer,  brighter  tire  kindling    the    light  of    I 

that  penetrates  the  thick  gloom  of  the  after. 

In    the  same  pocket   with  the  daguerreotype,,  1 

found  the  Sdldier's    Bible.      It    was    a.  neat  Loi 

editiou.  with   a  silver  clasp,  on  which  '  v.  a-   engraved 

the  initials  A.  !..  C.      On  the  riy  leai'was  written,  in 

a  neat    and    delicate  hand,  -'A    present  to  my   dear 

son,  on  his  fifteenth  birthday,  from    his  motiie 

\  I '.  Below  was  written  m  the  >ame  hand,  "Search 
febe  Scriptares :  for  in  them  ye  think  ye  ha\<-  rtw- 
nal  life,  and   they  are   they  which    ■■  ■'..". — 

''Remember    now   thy    Greater    in   the    days  of  thy 
youth/'     uIf  sinners  entice  thee,   consent  thou  not." 

^  The  book  had  the  appearance    of  being    carefully 
read,  there   being  many  chapters  and  verses  m 
with  pencil,  as  though   they  had  strengly   impressed 


4     s  THE    SOLI)TT,R'g    FTEL.L. 

t&emselvea  on  the  mind  of  the  young  render.  Among 
them  v,  as  the  chapters  which  describe  the  hereio 
daring  of  tlie  youthful  David,  the  saintly  purity  of 
Joseph,  and  the  unfliliebrfiir  fidelity  of  the  three  cap- 
tive hoys  at.  the  oouri  of  Babylon.  '1  he  first,  twenty- 
third  and  fifty-first,  Psalms  bore  marks  of  an  interest- 
ed reader.  In  the  New  Testament  such  Scriptures 
as  speak  of  the  love  of  God  .to  sinners,  were  carefully 
noted:  ''God  m/  loved  the  world  that  he  gaveHis 
only  begotten  Hon,  t))at  v$Lomemt  believetli  in  Him 
should  not  perish,  but.  have  everhistif.g-yite.''  Isaiah 
1 :  18.  ('Tuough  your  sins  be  as  s«a,rlet,  ihey  shall 
be  as  white-  as  snow  :  though  they  be  red  like'crimson , 
they  shall  be  tus^Qel."  At  ibis  remarkably  coeourag- 
ing  promise*  was  a  large  blood  stain,  as  though  gory 
tinkers' had  been  tracing  out  every  word.;  also  at  John 
xiv.  1..2— 'sLet  not.  your  heart  be' troubled  j  ye  be- 
lieve in  God,  believe  aUo  ifi  are.  In  mj  Father's 
house  are  many  mansions" — were  the  same  stains  of 
still  broader' and  deeper  dye. 

,'  Some  of  the  incidents  in  the-.life  and  death  of  the 
soldier,  who  owned  the.  Bible,  we  have  just  examined, 
may  prove  interesting  and  useful  to  our  r.eatigrs. 
■  Albert  was  the  only  son  of  a  pious  and  wealthy 
planter  of  the  ^outh .  M^'ii  of  his  time  during  his 
childhood  was   spent  hi  the  country  on   \m  father's 


1  uf-.    SOLDI£B  B    Bl  BLF         <  0 

plantation.     The  lit!  -  half  buried 

in  evergreens  and   richly     •  ■  ■  grant 

!,„  which  the  wild  birds  nestle<J  and  satig 

their 

a  long  avehui .  •  trn try  church,  where 

little  Albert,  accompanied  by  hi-  rand 

gimud  mother,  met  the  families  and  children  of 
the  aeighborho  udanhoui  lib.  school, 

and  then  listen  to  the  reverend  man  of  God,  who 
preached  to  them  the  precious  Word  of  the  fyord. — 
Here    and   around  the  family  «  :ve<l 

that  moral  trainiug  which  laid  a  ^eep  and  broad 
foundation  for  a  character^  in  many  respects,  worthy 
of  imitation  by  all  who  may  read  this  simple  narra- 
tive. '  In  the  Sabbath  school,  Albert  first  formed  the 
acquaintance  of  Little  Jennie,  neatly  dressed  in  a 
white  muslin  with  a  blue  sash,  who  afterwards  be- 
came the  beautiful  and  accomplished  Miss.  S.,  whose 
daguerreotype  we  found  in  the  soldier's  coat  po< 
She  was  the  intimate  friend  of  his  sister  ifafctie,  and 
often  his  successful  competitor  for  prize*  -offered  by 
the  Superintendent  of  the  Sabbath  school. 

In  the  year  1856  Albert  was  sent  to  college  to 
complete  his  education,  and  Jennie  went  to  a  female 
institution  of  high  grade  to  mature  her  classical 
stTidies. 


b  THE  -SOLDIER'S   BIBLE* 

A  few  tfdtes  that  ran  th c  college  blockade  and  va- 
cation meetings  sufficed  to  keep  up  their  acquaintance 
and  friendship.  In  the  summer  of  I860,  they  both 
graduated  with  honors  highly  creditable  to  them  and 
gratifying  to  their  friends.  On  their  return  home, 
early  attachments  ripened  into  something  more  than 
friendship;  but  scarcely  had  the  bright  vision  of 
hope  dawned,  when  it  was  overcast  by  the  dark  cloud 
of  war  that  'suddenly  rose  upon  our  horizon.  rl'he 
country  called  the  brave  young  men  from  every  .quar- 
ter to  rally  in  Southern  prowess,  and  with  battle 
shock  roll  back  the  invading  foe.  Albert  was  one 
of  the  first  to  respond.  He  took  his  place  in  the 
ranks  as  a  common  soldier,  feeling  it,  was  honor 
enough  to  be  a  private,  defending  his  country,  his 
home  and  his  beloved  Jennie;  and  all  the  more,  as 
he  had  her  approving  smile  to  encourage  him. 

Albert's  departure  and  transfer  to  Virginia  by  rail, 
are  scenes  so  common  to  soldiers,  that  they  can  be 
imagined  or  remembered  far  better  than  T  could  de- 
scribe them'. 

There  is  one  incident,  however,  which  I  will  men- 
tion. Just  before  he  took  leave,  they  were  all  called 
around  the  old  family  altar.  Jennie  was  there. — ■ 
Maum  Patty,  the  nurse  of  his  childhood,  was  there, 
with  snow  white  kerchief  about  her  ebon  brow  and 


THE  soldier's  bible.  7 

Bilyaripcks,  Many  were  the  bitter  soba*  while  the  deep, 
eai  Best  voice  of  the  lather  in  solemn  prayer,  like  the  pa- 
triarch Abraham,  bound  his  son,  his  only  sou,  a  sacrifice 
on  his  country '>  altar  ;  she  victim  was  covered  with 
a  rich  garland  of  warm  embraces,  gemmed  with 
many  a  burning  tear  ;  when  the  amen  was  pronoun- 
ced, there  was  in  all  a  feeling  tar  too  deep  for  utter- 
ance. In  this  moment  o£ominous  silence,  a  mother's 
band  placed  tfie  Soldier's  Bible  in  a  pocket  near  his 
heart.  'Albert  moved  slowly  down  the  avenue,  the 
embodiment  of  youthful  chivalry  and  manly  beauty. 
The  spectator  stood  like  breathless  statues,  tearing, 
most  ot^all,  they  would  see  hie  face  no  more,  -lust 
as  he  turned  the  corner  at  the  eud  of  the  avenue,  he 
oae  glance  the  scenes  of  his    childhood, 

which  never  before  seemed  half  so   dear.     It  is  the 
last  sight — he  will  see  them  no  more  forever  \ 

His  first  night  in  camp  was  a  trying  one,  surround - 
ed.  ashe  was.;  by  many  that  were  thoughtless  and 
gay,  as  if  thoy  were  merely  on  a  holiday  campaign  ; 
but  Albert  was  more  serious  and  felt  that  he  must 
maintain  his  religious  character,  and  that  to  begin 
right  was  of  great,  importance  in  his  new  position. — 
"By  the  camp  fire  he  read  a  chapter  in  his  Bible  and 
knelt  on  th<?  ground  and  prayed,  covered  by  the  si- 
lent heavens  that  looked  down  with  a  thousand  star- 


8  •  TH'E  soldier's   bible. 

ry  eyes  on  the  lone  worshiper,  surrounded  by  the 
glare  of  camp  fires  and  the  hum  of  the  multitude, 
that  rose  on  the  night  wind  like  the  voice  of  many 
waters,  and, died  away  among  \he  distant  hills.  Af- 
ter a  long  and  uncomfortable  transit  by  rail  and  for- 
ced marches,  with  weary  limbs  and  blistered  feet,  he 
was  thrown  into  the  battle  of  Manassas,  on  the  21st 
of  July,  1861,  with  scarcely  time  to  kneel  by  an  ap- 
ple" tree  in  battle  line,  over  which  the  shells  were 
howling  furiously.  Here,  in  prayer,  he  hastily  com- 
mitted his  soul  and  body  to  his  faithful  Keeper,  then 
rose  calm  and  serene,.with  an  assurance  that  no  weap- 
on of  the  enemy  would  harm  him. 

When  the  battle  was  over  and  victory  perched  up- 
on our  banner,  Albert  found  himself  surrounded, 
with  the  dead  and  dying,  among  whom  were  some  of 
hi3  particular  friends.  He  was  strongly  and  strangely 
exercised  withamingled  feeling  of  joy  and  grief,  a  sort 
of  hysteric  paroxysm  oflaughing  and  crying,  weeping 
►  for  the  slain,  and  rejoicing  that  he  had  escaped  un- 
harmed, with  a  deep  consciousness  that  God  had 
been  his  shield  and  hiding  place  in  the  hour  of  dan- 
ger. Albert  endured  all  the  sufferings  of  fatigue, 
oold  and  hunger  incident  to  a  winter  campaign-;  none 
murmured  lees,  none  wore  more  faithful  in-the  dis- 
charge of  datf  than  he.     The  demoralizing  effects 


TOM   SoUHEH's    BIBLE,  9 

of  the  camp,  with  ahnost  the  entire  "absence  of  reli- 
gions privileges,  produced  a  eoldnese  in  his  state ; 
mid  although  he  did  not  compromise  his  moral  char- 
acter   by   profanity,  gambling  and  drunkenness,  as 

many  others  did,  yet  he  foiled  to  enjoy  the  close  com- 
munion and  clear  sense  of  the  Divine  presence  which 
he  had  done  in  former  days,  In  this  state  of  mind, 
he  entered  upon  the  seven  day.-'  battles  before  Rich- 
mond-. The  solemnities  of  the  occasion  aroused  him 
to  a  sense  of  his  danger,  causing  him  to  cleave 
more  closely  to  his  Bible  and  its  precious  promises. 
With  his  hand  on  this  blessed  book  pressed  to  his 
heart,  he  called  on  God  to  be  his  shield  and  support 
in  the  hour  of  battle.  He  passed  the  terrible  ordeal 
of  Haines'  Mill  on  Friday,  and  xUalvern  Hill  on  Tues- 
day, where  the  men  fell  around  him  like  grain  before 
the  reapers,  and.  covered  the  ground  thick  as  Autumn 
leaves.  A  degree  of  joy  and  gratitude  swelled  his 
heart  as  he  surveyed  the  field  of  death,  in  view  of  his 
own  wonderful  escape,  but  not  so  deep  and  warm  as  on 
a  former  occasion,  when  his  faith  and  piety  were  more 
earnest  and  simple.  Albert  continued  at  times  to  read 
his  Bible  ;  but  it  was  evidently  more  as  a  tas*k  than  a 
pleasant,  duty;  his  keen  relish  for  divine  things  had 
abated  very  much  ;  the  excuses  of  camp  life,  long 
marches,  and  the  general  indifference  of  officers  and 


It)  THE    SOLDIER  \s   33IBLE.  %  I 

men  upon  the  subject  of  religion,  offered  hid  con- 
science the  consolation  of  a  temporary  opiate.  So 
times,  however,  on  the  reception  of  letters  from 
home,  and  sometimes  when  alone  on  his  midnight 
round  of  picket  duty,  he  would  shed  a  penitential 
tear,  and  resolve  to  double  his  diligence  and  regain 
his  lost  ground  as  a  Christian;  but  a  plant  so  tender 
and  unprotected  by  the  pale  of  the  Church,  un water- 
ed by  the  dews  of  the  sanctuary,  persecuted  and 
scathed  by  the  lightnings  of  contempt. ,  nipped  and 
browsed  upon  by  every  wild  beast  of  the  forest,  nec- 
essarily became  greatly  dwarfed  in  life  and  growth; 
a  feeling  of  pelf  security,   a  tmst  in    Pa  fance, 

impressed  him  more  than  a  simple  faith  in  jhe  ever- 
present.  God.  In  this  spiritually  demoralized  con- 
dition, he  entered  the  8Iiarpsburg  -  fight,  without.' 
even  asking  God  to  protect  and  save  him.  from  danger 
and" death.  Soon  after  the  battle  opened,  he  w$$' 
struck  by  a  ball  and  carried  back  to  the  rear  a  wound- 
ed man;  from  profuse  hemorrhage,  a  sick,  dream}' 
sensation  stole  over  him;  the  light  faded  from  his 
eyes  j  while  a  thousand  mingled  sounds  rilled  his 
ears,  and  a  faint  vision  of  home,  friends.,  green  turf, 
battle-fields  and  grave-yards  flitted  by  like  phantoms 
of  the  night.  With  returning  consciousness,  there 
came  a  sense  of  shame  and  sorrow  for  having  declined 


THE    SOLDIER'S    B1  1  I 

in  his  reli  inviction  thatbia  wound 

was  the  cha  '  wan- 

derings and  check  his  selt!-reliarj 

(ficiently  be  drew 

from  his  ;  »cket  his  neglected  Bil  many 

ttlries  over,  and  bathing  il  in  truly  peniten- 

tial as  Peter    when  lie  wept   at  the  fe<  'is. — 

'His  blood .  ■         cherished 

promises  of  God,  leaving    matfj   i  tain  on  the 

The  law  of  the   Lord 
again  became  !  .<\  chink,  on  which  he  feasted 

by  day  ant!  by  nighty  a  low  'life  was  infused  into  his 
soul,  which  enabled  him  bo  bear  his  sufferings  with 
true  Chri  -  lisin. 

In  this  condition  f  found  him  in  the  old  Academy 
Hospital  in  "Winchester,  lying  on  the  dir,ty  floor, 
with  a  blanket  for  his  bed  and  a  wisp  of  straw  to  pil- 
low up  his  wounded  limb.  Whih  '  y  his  side, 
trying  to  minister  to  his  soul  and  body,  I  received 
from  him  this  narrative  substantially  as  f  have  given 
it  to  you.  After  much  severe  Buffering,  when  our 
army  fell  back,  he  was  sent  to  Staunton  and  thence 
to  Richmond,  where  I  again  met  him  just  in  time  to 
witness  his  last  triumphant  conflict  with  suffering  and 
death,  lie  was  in  a  hospital,  reclining  on  a  clean, 
comfortable  bed ;  his  head  resting  on   a  soft,  white 


12  THE  SOLDIER'S    BIBLE. 

pillow,  on  which  the  familiar  name  of  a  distinguished 
lady  of  G-eorgia  was  marked— she  having  contributed 
it  from  her  own  bed  for  the  benefit  of  the  suffering 
soldiers.  Near  him  sat  the  matron  of  the  hospital, 
rendering  every  possible  comfort  that  the  sympathy 
of  a  woman  could  suggest,  intensely  sharpened  by 
the  recent  loss  of  a  promising  son,-  who  fell  in  a  late 
battle.  Reduced  by  a  secondary  hemorrhage  and 
amputation*  .Albert,  with  a  calm,  steady  faith,  came 
down  to  the  cold  waters  of  Jordan,  where  he  linger- 
ed for  x.  short  time,  and  dictated  a  letter  to  his  moth- 
er, which  I  wrote  for  him,  in  which  he  gave  an  ap- 
propriate word  to  each,  one  of  the  family,  not  even 
forgetting  Maum  Patty,  his  old  nurse,  and  reserving 
a  postscript,  the  last  and  best,  for  Jennie.  I  would 
like  very  much  to  give  my  readers  a  copy  of  this  let- 
ter, but  it  is  the  exclusive  treasure  of  the  bereaved 
and  afflicted  ones,  whose  grief  is  too  sacred  for  the 
intermeddling  of  any  save  the  most  intimate  friends. 
After  pausing  a  few  moments  at  the  close  of  the  et  - 
ter,  he  seem  self-absorbed,  and  soliloquized  thus  :  "I 
die  for  my  country  and  the  cause  of  humanity,  and, 
with  many  others,  have  thrown  my  bleeding  body  in- 
to the  horrid  chasm  of  revolution  to  bridge  the  way 
for  the  triumphal  car  of  Liberty,  which  will  roll  over 
me,   b  earing  in  its  long  train  the  happy  million*  of 


THE    SOLDIER'S    BIBLE  13 

future  generations,  rejoicing  in  all    the  grandeur  of 
peace  and  prosperity.     I    wonder   if   they    will  ever 
pause  as  they  pass  to  think  of  Che  poor  soldiers  whose 
bones  lie  at  the  foundation  of  their  security  and  Map-' 
piness?     Or   will  the  soul   he   permitted  from  some 
'  Pisgah  summit  to  take  a  look  at  the  future  glory  of 
the  country  I  died  to  reclaim  from  fanatical  thraldom  ? 
Will  the  soul  ever  visit  at  evening  twilight  tne  teenes 
of  my  childhood,  and  listen    to  the  sweet    hymn    of 
praise  that  goes  up  from  the  paternal   altar  at  which 
I  was  consecrated  to  (rod:     Though   unseen,  may  it 
not  be  the  guardian  angel  of  my  loved  one  V*  Theck- 
Ing  himself  he    said:    "These   are    earthly    desires, 
which  I  feel  gradually  giving 

ly  sympathy.' '     Then,  in  a  I  voice,  he   re- 

peated : 

"(rive  joy  or  grief,  give  ease  m  p*h>, 

Take  life  or  friends  away, 
.Si  I  but  tin  1  them  all  again 

In  that  eternal  day." 

lie  repeated  the  last  line  with  au  emphasis  tint 
threw  a  beauty  and  force  into  it  which  I  nc  • 
'felt  before.  Seeing  that  he  was  communing  with 
his  own  soul,  and  that  spiritual  things  in  theoperiing 
light  of  eternity  were  rising  in  bold  relief  before  his 
vision  of  faith,  I  withdrew  a  short  from  him, 

leering  it  was    holy    ground,    "where    the    . 


14  THE    SOLDIER'S   BIBLE. 

meets  his  fate,  quite  on  the*  verge  of  heaven.'3  tie 
then  gently  laid  his  hand  on  Ids  Bible  and  the  daguer-j 
rooty pe  that  lay  near  his  side,  and  amid  this  profound 
^illness,  surrounded  by  a  halo  of  more  than  earthly 
glory,  gently  as  the  evening  shadows,  the  curtain 
dropped,  leaving  nothing  visible  to  us  but  the  cold 
and  lifeless  clay,  on  which  a  sweet  smile  rested,  as 
though  it  had  seen  the.  happy  soul  enter  the  pearly 
gates  of  the  New  Jerusalem.  Thus,  far  from  }\< 
and  friends,  this  noble  youth  fell  asleep  in  Jesus 
swelling  the  long  list  of  the  honored  dead ;  but 
"though  dead,  he  yet  speaketh."  The  preciou 
treasure,  "  The  Soldier7*  Bible"  has  been  returnee 
to  the  family,  and, is  now  one  0/ those  valued  relic; 
that  bine?  many  sad  hearts  with  links  of  gold  to  by 
gone  days.    . 

Now,  my  dear  feilow-seldier,  I  leave  with  you  thf 
simple    narrative,    without    comment    or  applicatio: 
hoping  thai  you  may  find  something  in  it  to  interes 
instruct-  or  encourage  you  while  performing  the' ho 
orable,    yet    responsible    and    arduous,    duties'  of 
soldier. 


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MY  BIBLE. 


MY  BIBLE. 


This  book  is  all  that's  loft  meuow  : 

Tears  will  unbidden  start — 
With  faltering  lip  and  throbbing  brow 

[  press  it  to  ray  heart. 
For  many  generations  past,  , 

Here,  is  our  family  teee  : 
My  mother's  hands  this  Bible  ehxsp'd — 

She,  dying,  gave  it  me. 

My  father  read  this  holy  book 

To  brothers,  sisters  dear  : 
Howoalm  was  my  poor  mother's  tank 

A'  1  (  leanYl  God's  word  to  hoar. 
Her  angel  face — I  see  it  yet-! 

What  thronging  memories  come  ! 
A;nuu  tb'at  little  group  is  met 

Within  the  hall*  iifknilK'. 

Tijtki  truest  friend  man  _eyyv  kliew, 

Thy  constancy   I've  tried  : 
Whore  all  were  false  I've  found  thee  true 

My  counsellor  and  guide  ! 
The  miues  of  earth  no. treasures  give 

That  could  this  volume  buy  ;- 
[n  teaching  me  the  way  to  live, 

Ji  t:; ught  me  how  to  die, 
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